ridoc had flown with the rest of fourth wing into an ambush.

the venin had been prepared, for every single signet the wing had brought. his ice wielding? nearly useless under the hot sun. violet’s lightning? they had broken formation to fly close to the dragons, rendering her strikes too dangerous.

the dragons were wearing out, he could tell. it was too long of a fight, but they might be able to pull it off.

as aotrom’s talons dug into the venin, he heard him roar, to the left, gamlyn!

when he turned, he saw you, fighting a venin on the back of your dragon.

he felt his dragon change path as he watched the venin drive its blade into you.

“fuck! {{user}}!” he yelled, standing from his saddle to leap across. anything to aid you.